A Time to Talk
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16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by
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When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
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And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
-Robert Frost (1874-1963)
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YOOG KE VIHAAN
अमरपुरी से भी बढ़कर के जिसका गौरव-गान
Deer And Beer
Look at that deer
Man I am craving a beer
He has a nice rack
It is enough
zindagi koi ghulam nahi
जिंदगी गुलामी में नहीं, आजादी से जियो
Hame to Apno Ne Luta....!!!!
अरे हमें तो अपनों
Ek itihaas
कभी कलम के फूल, बन अंगार ढह जाते हैं, ल
Friendship After Love
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
Swatantrata ka samay ab aaya hai !
Uth mere veer javan uth,
Uth mere veer javan uth,
Lahlahaati is dharti me aaj,
EK BAAR HIMAT JUTAYA BHI
एक बार हिम्मत जुटाया भी
लेकिन मात
I Am Worthy
I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
My Steps..
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
